Choice
Choice?
There is no choice
We just follow
We shuffle on.
If we stop
We die.
We sell ourselves to servitude
We thrive on meaningless slogans
We stock the tables of those who shatter our hopes.
We are the sad, the hollow, dead eyed
Standing in dust at the side of the road
Staring unquestioningly
As the fortunate pass by.
We are of the millions living in misery
Beaten in hopes never realised.
Silently asking
In the name of reason
Why should we go on?
There is no other choice?
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